Byrd Gang Money Jim Jones (Ft. Mel Matrix & NOE)

[Chorus: Mel Matrix & Jim Jones]
Just clean my fancy car
Picked up my fancy clothes
And we only in the hot spot
No, we got the bomb
We got the bomb
This is Byrd gang money, yeah
This is Byrd gang money
This is Byrd gang money
Only niggas spending that Byrd gang money
Yeah, just clean my fancy car
Picked up my fancy clothes
And we only in the hot spot
No, we got the bomb
We got the bomb
This is Byrd gang money, yeah
This is Byrd gang money
This is Byrd gang money (Stop that paper shit, nigga)
Only niggas spending that Byrd gang money (Ghetto two)

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Reminiscing on my first slant (Two)
By the time, I was sipping on my first Schlitz (High school)
Hit the game, I started as a look-out (Yeah)
See the fly cars that the big wheelies pushed out (Ah-ha)
Dirt bikes popping wheelies by the cookout (Double facts)
That was that summer I was thirst to be plumper (Yeah)
It pays better but the risk was worst
Save the fly leather copping kicks with the work
It didn't work, I was fucked up the re-up (Damn)
Bottles at the tunnel, that was '98, I called papa for the bundles (Lies)
An easy ten grand (Yeah), it felt like a hundred (Uh)
These Gucci belts by the stomach, with guns in them (Say, what?)
It's only wealth that we want, if we run wit 'em (That's right)
'Till the death, until the feds come and get 'em (Fuck 'em)
Byrd gang money (Yeah), it started off that Byrd Kane Money (Aw)
New cars, in that third lane money